The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Mabius.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a pamphlet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Mabius' scribed in earth-colored red ink.

Author:    Mabius         
Date:      Wed Sep 17 06:51:06 2008
Subject     Mabius' Background

Mabius Elvere was born near Kalaman, and had a fairly normal childhood.
He was loved by his family, but had few friends. His time was mostly spent
reading and performing experiments and autopsies on insects and small
animals. Anything he could do to attain more knowledge. His father always
told him from as young as he could remember, "knowledge is power." And
Mabius took this to heart. At around the age of ten, he saw a magic-user for
the first time. She was a mysterious and beautiful woman. Her eyes were
enchanting and sparkled with a light he hadn't seen before, in anyone. He
talked with her and learned of the magic.

He swiftly discovered, with her help, that he was a natural in the art. And
from that day forth, he saught all knowledge of the arcane he could find.
Eventually he found a mentor, and learned much in his tutelage. A while
later, at a fairly young age, he tested and took the red robes. He grew in
strength and knowledge until one day he began to lose his mind. In his test,
he fought within himself to act as he would. However, his friends meant a
lot to him, as well as his white robe master. In the end he acted to please
them as best he could, while maintaining a bit of his own personality. If he
would have acted without outside influence, he would have come out a black
robe, as his quest for power and knowledge in the magic would have him
forsake everything, even the lives of loved ones.

However, this choice drove him insane in the end. He suicidally attacked one
of his former students, and died in the process. Almost a year later, he
returned to Krynn, with no knowledge of what happened. Only that he had lost
all knowledge and understanding of spells and skills he once had. Though
now, he could see the black moon in the sky. He vowed to rejoin the conclave
and be true to himself. He wandered in to Neraka, a town he had never trav
elled to before, and took up residence. Once again beginning his quest to
gain as much knowledge as he could. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 823 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'